Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
AZ,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.